After Time Travel, I Became A World-Destroying Anomaly

After Lu Zhengyuan left, Lin Zheng began to make preparations. The first thing he did was to contact Zhao Sicheng.

After all, the job of an investigator is a high-risk profession. Generally speaking, people will not perform tasks alone unless absolutely necessary. They will come as many as they can, and they will never fight alone if they can fight in a group.

Moreover, there are also legends of three major artifacts in the circle of investigators, two of which are the crowbar and friends.

Moreover, using a crowbar and a friend can create a wounded, screaming and swearing friend, which can play a vital life-saving role at critical moments.

Thinking of this, Lin Zheng took out a crowbar from the tool box and put it into his backpack. In addition, there was a slightly old black military pistol issued to him by the Foreign Affairs Bureau, as well as thirty rounds of lethal bullets and Thirty rounds of non-lethal ammunition.

To be honest, Lin Zheng didn't really want to use this gun.

Because every time you shoot this thing, you have to write down the time and place of use, and explain in detail the reasons why you have to shoot. In short, it takes a thousand words to shoot one bullet.

Writing short essays is still very torturous for Lin Zheng, not to mention that his shooting skills are still at the level of a storm trooper. The short essays he writes can be viewed as jokes.

But Lin Zheng still decided to bring it. After all, this thing still has a certain deterrent effect on humans, and it is the same for extraordinary people.

At 6:30 in the afternoon, the doorbell rang on time. Lin Zheng quickly got up and opened the door: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Zhao Si..."

He looked at the strong man in front of him who was nearly two meters tall and built like an iron tower. He suddenly froze on the spot, and an unprecedented fear spread in his heart.

He had a bald head, three scars on his face, and his skin was dark and rough. He didn't even look like a Dongzhou person anymore. He just stood there and was swallowed up by the shadow cast by his body. Lin Zheng was swallowed up.

Behemoth! It can definitely be called a giant beast among humans.

What’s even more weird is that this giant beast is actually wearing the clerical clothing of the Holy Cross sect, with the sect’s symbol, a metal cross, hanging around its neck.

"Sorry, did I scare you? Many people are scared when they see me for the first time. This actually makes me quite distressed." The giant beast stretched out its right hand to Lin Zheng, which was a... metal arm.

It was not a high-tech prosthetic hand, but a rough and pure metal, like a fluid solidified, and the end of the metal arm was completely integrated with his flesh and blood.

Lin Zheng had heard of this disease, Metal Corrosion Disease, also called Eternal Battlefield Disease, an alienation disease carried by Eternal Battlefield No. A-142.

In the Eternal Battlefield, Lin Zheng didn't know much about this anomaly. Its effect would only affect people who had been soldiers or had been soldiers.

There was an outbreak in a small town abroad, causing great harm. Many countries are still tracking the anomaly.

"Are you a survivor of the Eternal Battlefield incident?" Lin Zheng stretched out his hand to shake his hand. Although this metal arm was not flexible enough, it had great power.

"Yes, one of the three survivors, and the only one who is still alive." The man nodded and said, his voice was like thunder, "My name is Xiang Ting, the theological consultant of the Visitor Annihilation Team. I am here. I’m sending you the minutes of the regular meeting.”

He took out a folder and handed it to Lin Zheng. It was indeed the logo of the Qinghe City Research Institute. In fact, after every regular meeting, someone would send Lin Zheng the minutes of the regular meeting. However, Lin Zheng did not expect that this time he would be a theological consultant.

And also this type of theological consultant.

Xiang Ting looked at the room behind Lin Zheng and said, "If you don't mind, I want to sit inside."

…

It took Lin Zheng two minutes to gradually get used to the pressure brought by this strong man in the iron tower.

And like Li Mingrui, the leader of the garrison, he is the kind of guy who has a strong body but polite manners, and is even... a little shy.

He sat on the sofa, his body only sitting on the outer edge of the sofa, slightly bent, his hands circling the tea Lin Zheng made for him, and he was silent for a long time, seeming to be hesitating and struggling.

"Uh...so do you have any entrustment?" Lin Zheng also sat upright and asked cautiously.

"No, no, actually, I...actually I want to talk to you about the divine messenger." Xiang Ting raised his head and said, "I heard others say that you have been blessed by the divine messenger, who once saved you from death. Rescued from the abyss?"

"I don't think the visitors are divine envoys or anything like that." Lin Zheng replied.

"Oh, that's right." Xiang Ting nodded, "But I think you should join our Holy Cross Sect."

"Why?"

“Because only the Holy Spirit can save you from suffering, and only by believing in the Holy Spirit can you be saved from suffering!”

The expression on Xiang Ting's face became pious. He stared at Lin Zheng with burning eyes, as if waiting for Lin Zheng's response.

Lin Zheng held it in for a while and said: "But now...I don't have any hardships. I have food and drink, and my life is good."

"It will definitely happen in the future!" Xiang Ting said firmly.

Lin Zheng: "..."

This guy is cursing himself! !

After a few seconds, Xiang Ting seemed to have come to his senses, and he quickly said: "I... actually didn't mean that, I just... Suffering will eventually find everyone. If you have received help from an angel, you should practice it." Helping others, that’s why I joined Holy Cross Church.”

"Have you also been saved by an angel?" Lin Zheng felt a little ridiculous.

"No, it's the Holy Spirit. You know, I am a survivor of the eternal battlefield. After returning from the eternal battlefield, I am always there..."

Halfway through the words, Xiang Ting suddenly lowered his head and said, "Sorry, this involves confidentiality regulations, I can't tell you, but during those days I was worse off than dead. I can't forget that battlefield. I hate it, but I want it all the time. When I go back, I worry that it will find me, but I also hope that it will call me.”

"I hate this arm of mine. I have had it cut off thirteen times, once with a kitchen knife, but it will always be with me and will always be a part of me."

"Although I am one of the three survivors of the Eternal Battlefield, I know that I will not live long like everyone else. I will die of my own fear and addiction."

When Xiang Ting told this story, his expression was extremely gloomy, even with fear, but then he slowly relaxed: "Later, a friend recommended me to go to Holy Cross Church. I didn't have any hope, but that night I I met the Holy Spirit in my dream.”

"It... is extremely brilliant, more brilliant than anything in the world. In front of it, I feel extremely small, but at the same time, I am extremely calm, unprecedented calm."

"Then what?" Lin Zheng asked, vaguely guessing what would happen next.

Because he had heard some rumors that Holy Cross Church had a suggestion process that used the equipment in the church, the leaflets distributed, and small gifts to make some people dream of the Holy Spirit.

Let those people feel that they have been chosen, and then willingly... be defrauded of money,

Then Xiang Ting continued: "Then I spent all my money to join the Holy Cross Church and became a clergyman."

The corner of Lin Zheng's mouth twitched. He was not even surprised by this at all. Instead, he was surprised that Xiang Ting was a veteran who had survived the eternal battlefield. He was a little too naive.